The Night Is Still Young Man Its Only Tree Thirty

REQUISITE RECOLLECTIONS I recollect it was sometime between childhood and the alter You weren’t allowed in our club for only boys because you wore a halter The clubhouse amidst the leaves on that old oak tree from which we hung,,,, when we were young I recollect us changing, not year by year but day by day Each day we talked about disparate dreams Delightful differences to which we so tightly clung When we were young………………. It was somewhere between one day and the next You went to sleep angry, I went to sleep remembering the melodies All the voices singing in harmony that we were treated to Lo, I fell asleep remembering all the hope filled songs the both of us once sung…………………. When we were young I recollect a vow once made midst pews and stained glass windows While staring into the eyes of the future and what was to come and what was to go There was a time I would have let you in that club for only boys Except I left you at the alter because vehemence was victorious over vows I recollect it was somewhere between a thousand smiles but one long frown That frown began when you swore your every idea brilliant and mine far too far flung ……………… I suppose that’s what happens when one is no longer young © 2011.….~free cee!~